Posts Tagged ‘dad’

Dad’s Game

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

Dad really likes his new computer game–Conan. He plays it every day, and Wooly watches him play it every day. That is, except for today.

Dad downloaded an extension of content to his game yesterday. Then, he downloaded a patch for the game (for those of you who don’t know what a patch is, it is a partial program that is supposed to fix another part of the main program). Whatever happened during these downloads no one knows. But, I do know dad’s game is not working properly now. He posted some questions on the Conan forum to see if anyone else is having this problem. If they are, they might know what to do to fix it. I sure hope someone knows.

It is kinda sad to see dad just lazing around in his chair, watching television, and then falling asleep.

76 Degrees of Nice

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

Hey, hey, hey, it’s 76 degrees outside today; can you believe it? It’s supposed to be very cold because it’s December 30, and mom said it should be cold.

Dad had to go to the see the doctor today. It was just a regular appointment, and the doctor said he was okay. He has to have his heart checked periodically since his quadruple bypass surgery. The doctor also had the lab take about four vials of his blood—I guess to check his cholesterol and such. Dad’s all happy, mom’s all better, and since she is, I am very happy. It’s not cold outside, but I don’t want to stay very long anyway; I’m not hairy like Wooly and Kasha. Hilde doesn’t have much hair either, and we get cold quicker than they do, and the sun is going down.

After supper, I think I’ll try to get mom to go to bed; all I have to do is start beating on the door with my feet, and she gets the idea. I like to be on the bed because I can look out all the windows and let mom know if someone is coming. She appreciates me looking out for her. I really do look out for her, you know.

I can do more than just bark. I can jump off the bed, run around in circles, run backwards if I have to, and rear up on the window sill and then look at mom. I repeat this process if she doesn’t get up to see what’s going on. Being a burglar alarm isn’t my only talent, either.


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